Reality, Not Dreams

I am flesh and blood and heart and bone,
I am fantasy and reality rolled into one.
Unwillingness to accept this I shall not condone.
If I'm not real, then I am none.

If your heart skips a beat when I say I want you,
If your body hardens with sweet desire,
To say I am feeding the dream is not true.
You're afraid of what reality does inspire.

Well the fire is what I feel and need
inside the sweetness of my very own heart.
So if it's only dreams you wish to feed,
perhaps this dream and I should part.

I don't want to be a dream in your head
That is forever unfulfilled because of your fear.
I want to be your reality instead.
In reality to me you're always near.

So when all you want are silly dreams,
close your eyes and sleep in peace.
You don't need me for that it seems,
as my reality you think should cease.

To dream of what we share together
Would mean I don't need you here.
My flesh and blood and bones forever
Needing something reality holds dear.

I know what it feels like to want something
that I know I may never have.
That's not a dream, that's the real thing,
something I thought I gave.

So feed not my dreams, reality don't steal,
And we shall get along just fine.
My reality tells me what I feel is real.
My dreams tell me you are mine.

� Kathee Tschudy, February 25, 1998.



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